Rabbit by Felicia Spencer

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In that moment
When the sky excreets a crimson haze,
And it's so cold you can see
The breath of a thousand hungry spectators
As the mist that hugs the damp earth,
It is this moment
When everything can change shape
Where every tree,
And every puddle
Is ablaze with the yellow light or life
Of those one thousand hungry spectators
Of this moment
When the air is still and moist with spring dew
When cobweb entomb the silent graves of valient soldier with their inticate lacings
I can think of only the one thousand hungry spectators,
And their waiting eyes.